Re: Pick-up: Daniel W/Lin A
[Like a wounded bird, Lin holds his arm close as he curls up on the backseat, tucked next to Daniel. The skin of his injured arm is still attached, in a way, and at the very least, no bones were fractured or knicked as far as he could tell (he spent a good twenty minutes checking it out, just as he might a specimen at work), but the four lateral cuts are deep and all Lin can hope is that he doesn't accidentally pass out (you can pass out on purpose, he's sure of it) before they get where they're going. He realizes the driver's waiting, finally. Wiggling his bloodless fingers in a testing way, he smiles at the driver.]
We need to pick someone up at the Cracked Egg in Henderson. Please. [...] Sir.
[Figuring that works, Lin turns back to Daniel. He has no free hand, so he just dips his head a bit.] Are you okay?